[ he was totally getting into it, actually, hips starting to arch forward against her hand--her palm's small and warm and now fairly familiar. ichiro's ever reactive, watching the gesture as hungrily as anyone could--
and then he snorts. it's a loud, absolutely unsexy noise, and ichiro drops his head into her shoulder, groaning- ] That was so bad. [ ...that was like a kuukou level of bad.
...he's still snickering a little, though; it's silent, but ichiro's shoulders shake a little with the laugh. ]
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and then he snorts. it's a loud, absolutely unsexy noise, and ichiro drops his head into her shoulder, groaning- ] That was so bad. [ ...that was like a kuukou level of bad.
...he's still snickering a little, though; it's silent, but ichiro's shoulders shake a little with the laugh. ]